Look, you Frenchy. You can pretty this thing up however you want. You can hire a fancy artist by the name of Jules Grain with little dots over his last name to paint the poster for your fancy circus. You can call your shindig the “Red Donkey Literary Cabaret” until your cows come home. Line up your poets and singers and auteurs and directors, line them up in pretty ranks and wrap ribbons around their titties and cocks for all I care! But I am a man of the world. I have been to Old Mexico, and I know a donkey show when I see a poster for one pasted up on a wall. What you have here is fixin’ to be a donkey show or my name ain’t Cornelius P. Cornpone:

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